You, you are feeling the hate of your girl While the television is glad There is a stupid face without expression Like in a mahlerian symphony And today the sun is very fine The air is very light While you are like a big shit And the air is light again WHEN YOUR EYES ARE FULL WHEN THE COLOUR OF YOUR LIFE IS LIKE A BORING MORNING WITHOUT A SWEET CONTRETEMPS Take your notes and close your eyes tonight While the television is glad Now, you are the king of all the things Like in a mahlerian symphony And today the sun is very fine The air is very light While you are like a big shit And the air is light again WHEN YOUR EYES ARE FULL WHEN THE COLOUR OF YOUR LIFE IS LIKE A BORING MORNING WITHOUT A SWEET CONTRETEMPS JUST TRY AND HIT ME AND MAKE A BETTER USE OF YOUR NOTES BECAUSE THE MUSIC IS LIKE A GUN-SHOT IN THE SOUL OF ONE OF US